Piccolo x Reader Last Female Saiyan

Damn girl

Training was hell.
Literal hell.
You weren't as strong as him, but getting close to being.
He was a jerk at first, yelling, criticizing and no mercy.
It started to change however, about a month in you noticed small changes.
  "Aw damn" you said, you clothes had ripped straight up the side
"Here" he said in his deep voice
A white light surrounded you, and you were standing in the exact same outfit he gave Gohan the night he turned into a giant ape.
Long story.
But anyway, you marveled at the new Gi, and noticed it had his symbol.
  "It shows that you're in my training camp" he said, a lopsided smirk present on his face.
You laughed slightly.
  "Thanks Piccolo"
You plucked an apple from a nearby tree and took a bite.
  "So what do you do when you don't have someone to spar with?" You asked
  "I meditate" was his short reply.
You rolled your eyes, of course.

That night was cold, and you were shivering and curled in a ball attempting to get warmth, when a large pice of cloth was draped over you.
You realized it was Piccolos cape, ripped from the weighted part. It was heavy, as to be expected, but unexpectedly soft and warm. You snuggled into it and sighed happily.
  "Thank you" you whispered before falling asleep.
The Namekian blushed purple, for he had thought you were already asleep. He cursed himself for feeling such emotions
'Damn girl'